As soon as Liu Ziguang heard that Jack, an English surgeon, had arrived in the capital, he immediately thought of a British gentleman wearing a black windbreaker and a top hat in the fog of London. His handbag was filled with sharp surgical instruments.
, specializes in the East End, where the poor live, and uses the faint light of gas lamps to disembowel those nightingales in the street.
"Aren't there any serial murders in the capital recently?" Liu Ziguang asked slowly.
"Why did the chairman say this? Things have been very quiet in the capital recently." Sun Gang stared with a puzzled look on his face. He no longer called Liu Ziguang his "benefactor", but also called him chairman.
"That's good." It seemed that this Jack was not the other Jack. Liu Ziguang smiled mockingly and said to Sun Gang: "Then you can make an appointment."
"Mr. Jack does not accept appointments. Usually patients come directly to his door. If Mr. Jack thinks he can be cured, he will treat him. Patients who cannot be cured will be turned away directly."
"He is a doctor with a lot of personality. Let's go and meet him now." Liu Ziguang stood up and walked out. Sun Gang said hurriedly: "Chairman, don't be impatient. I will arrange the carriage and horses." The luxury carriage was covered.
Peng Jinrong used it. If she wants to go out now, she has to send someone to the car dealership to get another car.
"You don't need to go to so much trouble. There are rickshaws running on the streets everywhere. Just hire two." The summer climate in Nanjing is hot, and the luxurious carriages are so tightly covered that it's not cool at all. Liu Ziguang is not a female family member, so he can't do it in Nanjing.
There is nothing wrong with showing up in public and riding in the rickshaw of your own car dealership, it is very open and airy.
"Okay, I'll ask someone to go out and stop the car." Sun Gang promised and was about to come over to help, but he gently pushed him away. Liu Ziguang, who had been blind for so many days, had already found his senses. With his hearing and memory,
He walks like an ordinary person, and when he wears dark glasses, others cannot tell that he is blind.
There are many human taxis along the Qinhuai River. The young men are all wearing white coarse cloth double-breasted jackets, the legs of black large-crotch trousers are stuffed into white cloth socks, and their feet are shallow-mouthed cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles. They are very clean and tidy. There are also tricycles.
It is wiped clean, the seats are covered with bamboo cushions, there is an awning above, and cattail fans are tied with silk threads to the armrests. In addition to these small humanized designs, the wheels of the tricycle are also made of rubber. Walking in the capital
The stone road is much less bumpy than the wooden wheels of a mule or carriage. It is precisely because of these advantages that Ziguang Car Company has an advantage in the competition with other horse and carriage companies.
The sun is shining brightly at this time, and the dignitaries in the river house are all taking a nap, so the coachmen waiting outside also have a moment of free time. At this moment, they are squatting in groups under the sycamore trees on the roadside.
Enjoy the cool air, the cicadas on the trees are chirping non-stop, without a hint of cool breeze, the summer in Beijing is very hot.
Liu Ziguang and Sun Gang walked out of the gate. The guard waved to the coachmen on the roadside, and several tricycles came over immediately. The coachmen saw that it was the owner of his own car dealership who called for a cab, and there was a customer who seemed to have a higher status next to him.
, and suddenly said with great respect: "Gentlemen, please get in the car quickly, the sun is very hot outside."
Liu Ziguang and Sun Gang each rode in a car in front, and the rest of the guards followed in pairs in a car. The driver pulling Sun Gang's cart asked: "Boss Sun, where are you going?"
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"Go to the Western Doctor outside the south gate." Sun Gang said.
"I'm looking for Mr. Jack. I heard that fewer people go there to seek medical treatment recently than before." The driver started gossiping while pedaling, looking a bit like a taxi driver in a big city in later generations.
"Oh, why are there so few? Didn't people line up to seek medical treatment before?" Liu Ziguang asked.
The man who was pedaling for Liu Ziguang was also a talkative character and took over the conversation: "Judging by his accent, this gentleman must be from out of town. Mr. Jack did cure many people in the past. The first was Yang from the Yangwei Martial Arts Hall in the north of the city.
Third Master, the enemy picked on his hamstring. Do you think that Third Master Yang is a master who specializes in training mandarin duck legs? If the hamstring is broken, it is not only a matter of disability, but the whole career is over. How many surgeons have I found?
They said it couldn't be cured, so in the end the disciples took him to Mr. Jack outside the south gate. Guess what? It took two hours to connect the big tendon! He was jumping and jumping as usual, and from then on in the capital
People with broken legs and arms line up to seek medical treatment, and Mr. Jack always accepts anyone who comes. Although the medical fees may be high, people can indeed regain their vitality."
"What happened next? What happened?" Liu Ziguang interrupted the chattering coachman and asked.
"Later, those doctors in the capital couldn't sit still and came to learn from his master. But Mr. Jack would not accept apprentices. These people secretly lay outside Mr. Jack's house in the middle of the night and wanted to learn from his master. What they discovered was shocking.
The inside story, it turns out that Westerners often get corpses to disembowel in the middle of the night. Not only human corpses, but also monkeys, dogs and other animals. You say it’s scary or not, but when the news gets out, very few people go to seek medical advice.
, it is said that Mr. Jack used a magic method. Although he can reattach a broken leg, he will be infected with the evil spirit and will not live for ten years." The coachman spoke with saliva and relish.
"Hey, you bastards know more than me." Sun Gang was a little embarrassed that he actually introduced a Western monster to Liu Ziguang. This was a serious dereliction of duty on his part.
"That's right, the young men who are out all day long and drag all kinds of people around the capital know more than the old men." The coachman was somewhat proud of himself. He pedaled a few times and glided all the way over.
Out of Jubao Gate.
"Chairman, why don't we go back?" Sun Gang felt a little horrified when he heard this.
"No, just go to Mr. Jack's place." Liu Ziguang became more and more interested in this magical Western doctor.
Outside Jubao Gate is a terrace, known as Yuhua Terrace. This is a famous mass grave in Nanjing. Prisoners who were executed, beheaded prisoners, and homeless homeless people who died outside are all buried here. Wild dogs are nearby.
There are swarms of ghosts and ghosts at night, and there are gusty winds. It is really a place that most people dare not come to, but Mr. Jack lives nearby.
Jack's apartment and clinic is a small courtyard with two entrances. It is said that he rebuilt it after receiving the medical fee. It turned out to be just a thatched house surrounded by a bamboo fence. There were many old plants planted outside the brand-new brick and stone courtyard walls.
There is a carriage parked beside the locust tree. It seems that someone has arrived before them. There are still many people in this world who do not believe in evil.
The tricycle was parked under the shade of a tree. Liu Ziguang and Sun Gang got out of the car and walked towards the gate. Suddenly, a man rushed out of the car and almost bumped into Sun Gang who was walking in front. Fortunately, Sun Gang quickly jumped aside and
He pulled Liu Ziguang to prevent him from hitting him. The man was also startled. He hugged the glass bottle tightly in his arms, turned around and said in a sharp voice to the yard: "What a bullshit miracle doctor, he is just wasting his fame. Come back to our house."
Bring me a fresh whip. If you dare to shirk again, I will drag you, a monster, to the official!" After saying this, he angrily got on the carriage and left.
The two of them continued to walk in. As they walked in, they felt the smell of blood getting heavier. The guards behind them couldn't help but hold the handles of their knives. The yard was empty, and no one came out to greet them. Sun Gang stopped and shouted: "Jack
Sir, we are here to seek medical advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin young man with blond hair and blue eyes walked out of the house. His leather apron was stained with blood, his hands were wearing elbow-length rubber gloves, and he was holding a hacksaw in his right hand.
"Welcome, my friend, if you need my help in any way, just ask." The young man spoke Chinese fairly fluently, but with a hint of a local dialect.
"Jack? are you Mr Jack?" Liu Ziguang asked, showing off his English that he had not used for many years.
The young man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and corrected Liu Ziguang in a standard East End London accent: "i am jack.jones, dr jones."
"Oh, it's Dr. Jones, how do you do
"Are you still adaptable to the weather in the capital?" Liu Ziguang couldn't speak any more English, so he had to speak half Chinese and half English, but this was enough to shock Sun Gang and the guards behind him.
"The weather in Beijing is really hot. Your Excellency speaks English very well. It's really nice to hear my hometown dialect in the territory of the Ming Empire except Shanghai. If you allow me, I would like to treat you to a drink in the afternoon."
Tea, let’s talk about what I can do for you.”
"Why not?" Liu Ziguang shrugged and accepted Dr. Jones' invitation.
Thanks to Liu Ziguang's half-baked English, the conversation between the guests and host became more friendly and cordial. Dr. Jones let them into the room, took off his apron and gloves, made a cup of green tea, and took out some mung bean cakes and osmanthus cakes as refreshments.
He took away a bloody human arm on the Eight Immortals table and put it on it, inviting the two guests to enjoy it. Sun Gang was so disgusted that he couldn't eat it anymore, so he just picked up the teacup and pretended to drink tea while listening to Liu Ziguang and Jones talking.
Liu Ziguang and Sun Gang announced their names, and they exchanged pleasantries for a while before getting down to the topic. "If I'm not wrong, your eyes may be injured. I don't know what kind of injury it is?" Dr. Jones picked up a piece of osmanthus cake.
Eat very gracefully.
"Lime got into his eyes. It is said that the lime contains some kind of poison." Liu Ziguang replied.
"That's a burn. If it's just a burn on the cornea and not severe physical damage to the vitreous body, I think there's still hope. Can I take a look at your eyes?" Dr. Jones put the osmanthus cake down, patted the crumbs on his hands, and took it.
He turned on a lamp next to him and said.
"Of course." Liu Ziguang took off his sunglasses and opened his eyes wide at Dr. Jones.
Dr. Jones put the light close to Liu Ziguang's face, carefully observed his eyes, and exclaimed as he looked: "Oh, God, I have never seen such a strange injury. Your eyes seem to be covered with a strange film.
This film should protect the eyeball." As he said that, he picked up the magnifying glass and observed more carefully, "It stands to reason that there should not be such things on the eyeball. If you agree, I would like to use this film to protect the eyeball.
Take it off and take a look."
So Dr. Jones was not sure. Liu Ziguang was a little worried, but then he thought about it. Anyway, his eyes can no longer see. It is probably difficult to find a better doctor in this world. It is better to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor and let him
Let this Western doctor give me some diagnosis and treatment.
"Okay, let's try one eye first." Liu Ziguang agreed solemnly.
"Chairman..." Sun Gang shouted worriedly from the side.
"It's okay." Liu Ziguang comforted Sun Gang with a smile.
"Mr. Liu, I admire your courage. I will definitely help you treat it with all my heart. Please lie flat on the chair and don't move. When I pick up the membrane with the blade later, if you feel any pain, please
Say it." As Dr. Jones spoke, he had already taken out a new pair of rubber gloves and put them on, as well as a scalpel, tweezers, scissors and other shiny silver instruments.
Liu Ziguang was lying on the operating chair, with his head just in the pit. One eye was open, and his eyes were completely white. He could vaguely see a bright light. Of course he didn't know that it was Dr. Jones's shadowless lamp. Dr. Jones once again inspected the surgical instruments.
After disinfection, I put on a mask and came over with a scalpel and tweezers.
Sun Gang and his guards did not dare to get too close, and they did not dare to express their anger for fear of affecting the doctor.
Liu Ziguang only felt that his open left eye came into contact with a sharp object. The object carefully and slowly tried to lift the film that often made him feel itchy, but he did not feel any discomfort.
"Do you feel anything? Mr. Liu." Dr. Jones had already picked up the edge of the membrane.
"No, please continue." Liu Ziguang vaguely felt that the hope of regaining his sight was just around the corner.
"Okay." Dr. Jones used tweezers to grasp the edge of the film lifted up by the scalpel, and gently pulled it up.
As the film slowly pulled up, a thin face appeared in front of Liu Ziguang's eyes, with a clean shave and eyes as green as the water of the Qinhuai River.
"Can you see it?" Jones stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Liu Ziguang's eyes. Sun Gang and the guards also gathered around him with concern.
"Dr. Jones is very handsome." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
Everyone was overjoyed. It was a great joy for Liu Ziguang to regain his sight. There is no doubt that the guards and coachmen who were present today would be rewarded heavily. What's more important is that General Liu can see again, and everyone's future will be more secure in the future.
"Let's continue to do the other eye." Liu Ziguang said. He was still calm on the surface, but he was already ecstatic inside. He originally came to seek medical treatment with the attitude of giving it a try, but he didn't expect to be cured so easily.
The film on his right eye was also removed. Liu Ziguang jumped up from the chair, took three steps and two steps at a time and jumped into the yard. He looked up at the sun, the blue sky, and looked down at the earth, flowers, grass, and people. Everything seemed so beautiful.
So beautiful, so natural. He couldn't help but laugh openly.
Everyone also followed out of the room. Seeing Liu Ziguang's happy look, everyone was also ecstatic: "Congratulations to the chairman (general) on regaining his sight."
"Congratulations! Congratulations! Everyone has a big reward, and Dr. Jones. I want to thank you very much. Please give me a price. Don't save me. There is only a price you can't think of. Without it, I can't pay.
That's a lot of money." Liu Ziguang patted Dr. Jones' shoulder vigorously and said.
"You are really the God of Wealth sent by God." Jones was also very happy. This is really a windfall that fell from the sky. In fact, he still hasn't figured out what the film is about. Anyway, it just healed the person.
Never mind him.
Just as Dr. Jones was about to quote the price, the door of the small courtyard was suddenly pushed open. It turned out that the father-in-law who rushed out earlier came back again. He was holding a huge penis in his hand that was still dripping blood.
He screamed at Dr. Jones: "Didn't you say that the transplant must be fresh? If you don't put this donkey whip on our family today, we won't survive!"